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Fierce
Dancing - The reviews... a few more
'Wry,
acute, and sometimes hellishly entertaining essays in
squalor and rebellion.' Herald
'If
you are looking for coming cultures of resistance, you'll
find them here ... C J Stone has written a painfully
honest account of life on the other side of a workaday
consumer society. He is an unashamed old hippie - a
commune-dweller in the early 1970s, possessor of a Mondragon-type
goatee - yet has raved and eckied with the youngest
of them in search of continuity between undergrounds
then and now.'
New Statesman and Society
'This
book is one of the few records of what life in the counterculture
is like, and, more importantly, demonstrates that its
supporters did not come from nowhere ... brilliantly
written ... provides a rare historical insight into
the unbroken development of alternative culture.'
Q Magazine
'Book
of the year, in our humble opinion'
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Fierce
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Fierce
Dancing
Trip to Glasgow
The
AA man says: "Warrington is the fourth largest city
in the UK."
"Oh
really," says Kodan, as if he's interested.
"Yes.
First London. Then Birmingham. Then Manchester. Then
Warrington." It's like he's saying "Manchester nil,
Bolton 4" only with Warrington in the place of Bolton.
Warrington matters, it means something.
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It
can move mountains, but not a 1976 Fiat Camper with
a seized engine.
I
knew something was wrong at the petrol stop just North
of Birmingham. The entire back of the machine was splattered
with oil. This wasn't just a some messy old engine that
smoked a bit too much, it was coming apart at the seams.
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This
link is to an unpublished, longer version of the
first chapter of Fierce Dancing. Not to say its any better, or any good at all,
in fact, just that its different...
There's
something about alcohol. It leaves you in a kind of
spiritual agony. I felt as if I'd been exiled from the
Kingdom: cast out, rejected, and no hope of returning.
I bitter about God. I hated God. I merely wanted to
blaspheme.
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My
First Rave
I
went to my first rave sometime in 1991. Actually I never
considered I was going to a "rave". I thought I was going
to a party. Which is what it was. A big party, in the
open air. The term "rave" is something of a media invention.
What's a rave? A sound-system, some lights, some backdrops,
people getting off-their-faces. Except for the context
-and, to some degree, the music- there's hardly any difference
between a rave and a disco. Except that "disco" as a term
has become profoundly unfashionable. Only slightly more
unfashionable than "rave".
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Oz and Nik share one trait: they both have lopsided
noses. But if Oz is the boss in the party scene, Nik
is the boss in the bedroom. She tells him what to do,
how to do it and when. That's the sort of conversations
us three have. Nik loves to talk about sex. Oz says
he's not interested in it, and he compares it to food.
But he likes his food. He piles his plate up in a mound
and sets to it with a relish.
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